Stripping the bedroom walls revealed old wallboard, not today's usual sheetrock.
The scars, lines and gaps between moldings and wall don’t show in the photos, but they are there. This is an old house, 1849, so I have to let that new house appearance go. It reminds me of going to the plastic surgeon as an over 50 year old and hearing about all the options available to fix up an older face: lifts, tucks, injections and creams. If I started with the eyelids, I know I would then want to work on the sagging jaw line. It would never stop. Gravity would always win. I am no longer 29. I bought the creams and makeup to fill the cracks and cover the lines just like a good Benjamin Moore pearl luster paint. So like accepting my aging face, I will just accept that this is an old house, charming and etched with character. Low lighting and distance help.
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